Friday, June 6, 2008

Wake up and smell the... oh, nevermind.

There's this show called "So You Think You Can Dance" that Nic and I love. It kept us up til midnight last night so when I finally went to bed I slept so deeply that I don't remember waking up even once, which is a miracle in my house. So this morning I was in the middle of this incredibly realistic dream in which I had lied to a salon in Tonopah saying I had been to beauty school. I was about to perform my first fraudulent haircut on a red headed woman. I was washing her hair with bath and body works hand soap...hoping she wouldn't notice I wasn't using shampoo when in the nebulous backround of my conciousness I heard a faint little voice saying, "poooooooop...poooooop." Then it got louder. Pooooooooooop. Pooooooooooooooooooop!. POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!! I finally woke up totally confused as to why I was no longer in the salon. I stumbled into the nursery and there was Evan standing in his crib. Then, so sheepishly as if he were a blushing belle on a Georgian plantation, he delicately pointed to his diaper and cooed, "poop." So we took care of that business...brought him in bed to nurse praying he would go back to sleep. Then in comes Afton saying, "THERE'S AN EMERGENCY!" Nic sproinged out of bed still totally asleep like a rattle snake that has had it's head already cut off but still tries to strike. Afton pulls him into the kitchen and I hear a little moan. I refuse to open my eyes and am just glad it wasn't me in the kitchen addressing "the emergency". Then Afton comes in to my room and says, "Raisin just pooed the hugest, hugest poop right under Evan's booster chair." Needless to say, I've had better mornings, but I love my husband. He didn't even call for backup and I got a few more minutes of stinkin' sleep.

8 comments:

Melissa, Ryan and Addy said...

What a funny story that is! What an odd dream. We have two things in common:
1. I have very odd dreams also.
2. I love "So You Think you Can Dance"
As a side note I was very sad that the break, popper guy Robert Muraine just up and quit before they even started the choreography. What are your feelings on the matter?

Karen said...

Funny!! I especially like your use of the word sproinged!! I guess you just had a poopy morning!!

It's a Boy!!! said...

ha ha ha. You can write your own version of the classic "Everyone Poops." Your blog is cute and fun! I'm now openly stalking you.

Amber said...

"There's an emergency!!"

Love it. I'm giggling out loud (and I'm not just saying that).

monica said...

I can see it now, your 1st best seller, "The Raw Truth" by Angie Larkin.
Thank you for keeping it real. :)

The Morris Fam said...

My favorite sentence:

"Then, so sheepishly as if he were a blushing belle on a Georgian plantation, he delicately pointed to his diaper and cooed, "poop.""

Great story!

The Hedden Herald said...

The funny thing is, is that I can almost see the dream happening in real life! I mean at one point in all our lives I think, don't we want a whack at some poor innocents hair! Oh wait that poor innocent is Emma. I cut her hair on a regular basis!

Gina Rochelle said...

Larkins! I was thinking about you guys this week, when I found Angie's comment on my blog. So glad you found us! Cute blog, you're kids are funny.